Tonight Eli fell asleep on the couch while listening to his pirate party music, and I couldn’t resist from taking him gently into my arms and cradling him like a little baby. He’s gonna be four on Thursday, and there aren’t too many days left where I’m going to be able to hold my eldest son like a little baby. I love him so much it makes me ache, and I still remember bringing that little guy home and falling asleep with him on my chest. The effortless, guileless breathing. The soft eyes, the open mouth. Bits of drool and moisture and an essence of complete abandon. I’m sure I’ll be sneaking in and watching him as a teenager, sleep in that quiet bliss. *sigh*.